Let me tell you a little bit about him.
He was my first ever dog. A little Jack Russell. Not the best breed for a first time dog owner. He was the cutest pup I’d ever seen with his little brown patch face and fat stumpy legs. My young kids loved him. He was naughty. He ate walls after 2 hour walks. He pulled on his lead terribly. He steal other children’s footballs on the field they’d never get them back because he could dribble better than Wayne Rooney. It cost me £££ replacing them not to mention the embarrassment at the time. If he was let off the lead in a empty field he’d jump like a lamb and not come back till he was ready didn’t give one damn if it was snowing or raining I’d just have to wait. People would tell me having him around my kids was stupid because Jack Russells can nip. That dog adored his children. He spent hours and hours playing on the trampoline with them in the garden. Sat with them when they were sick and sneaked in their beds while they slept and he thought I didn’t know he just lay still under the duvet.
He grew older and behaved more gentlemen like. Still cheeky and occasionally naughty. He didn’t like the cold anymore. He loved nothing more than his bed. He still loved my now teenagers and even yesterday got up to greet them when they come home from college.
He died peacefully in my arms this morning. I held him and told him it was ok that he’d been the best boy.
Having a dog can be rewarding and hard and there were times I didn’t know if I could cope with him anymore. Today I’m so thankful that my little naughty Jack Russell died in my arms after living a full life, loved and part of the family he’d know his whole life. He will be loved the rest of my life he was truly a wonderful member of my family.